EVENT: HERE THERE BE MONSTERS

[initiatesnpc]

Date & Time: October 24 - October 31
Location: Throughout Exsilium
Characters: ALL; tag yourselves in
Summary: The Transports return from their mission to find the island crawling with monsters.
Warnings: Violence, possibly injuries (notify a mod if there's cause to add a particular warning!)

The Transports return from their mission to Medieval Russia, but the Initiative Hold is eerily deserted. Normally, their would be a number of Initiative personnel prepared to meet the Transports at the end of their mission for debriefing.

Instead, there is only silence.

That is, until a distant thumping sound can be heard. It is growing closer, and suddenly the beast is bursting into the room. It lets out a roar and charges. Within minutes, it is easily defeated, but damage has already been done -- it collided with the Transporter machine, which is now making a low fizzling sound and lets off a couple sparks. The commotion is enough to draw the attention of the few remaining Initiative personnel who still inhabit the Hold, who arrive immediately afterwards. They are able to tell the Transports two things: that the machine is broken and currently unable to sent anyone back in time, and that the island has been overrun with aggressive, mutated beasts sent by the United Earth. They have been under siege for months, with the island's population reduced to a mere fraction of what it had once been.

Comments

[tipsygnostalgia]

Yeah I've got mad crazy powers, I all sorts of know how to look at room numbers and find the right one.

[Cue a drunken grin, before something else comes to mind.]

Or if that's too hard and you can remember your name, I can probs look up the city info stuff and find out your room number.

[hungover]

[Since his name is something that's a lot harder to forget, he opts for that -- and rattles it off for Roxy with a grin of his own.

Smart girl, even if she's also a little tipsy -- good to know.]

[tipsygnostalgia]

Right!

[Opening up her little netbook, because she never goes anywhere without it, it doesn't take her long to find the relevant files]

501! You were way off.

[hungover]

All the floors look the same.

[Seriously, the person who made this building obviously hadn't taken into account how hard it is for a drunk to find his way back to his room!]

[tipsygnostalgia]

We're on two.

[She had been heading back up towards her own room but only made it this far because navigate stairs sucks. She figured she's done enough.. but she knows all to well that it helps to have someone give you a hand when you're out of it, so she gets up from her seat.]

Come on I'll get you up there, 'kay? You owe me a drink for it though!

[hungover]

I think I can arrange that.

[Never mind that she doesn't look like she's exactly old enough to drink -- if you're old enough to be sent to the games, as far as he's concerned, you're old enough for booze.

He starts to head toward the stairs. At least he sort of remembers where they are after being here for so long...]

[tipsygnostalgia]

Sweet.

[Being old enough to drink is a relative term when there is literally no humans around for thousands of miles and things constantly out to kill you.]

So where was the party at? I'm upset I obviously missed something going on.

[hungover]

The party is wherever I decide it is, kid.

[That sounds enough like Panem that he'd probably take that explanation easily enough.]

[tipsygnostalgia]

Invite me next time then, it gets boring drinking on your own.

[And up the stairs they go. Why must there be so many stairs?]